493 Undead Army (1/2)

”What? No undead creatures?”

I slyly mentioned the terms of our exchange whilst I flipped through the new trendy accessories in the fashion magazine. Without hesitation, the dragon lich agreed to my terms. However, after having asked the question, it actually turned out that he didn't have any powerful undead servants whatsoever..

”Hey hey hey! You're a dragon lich right? One of the strongest undead species. Are you telling me that your dragon's den doesn't have powerful undead creatures?”

There was one side effect to the lich transformation. No matter how you lived in the past, all the magic that ran in your flesh became death magic, and any original magic you trained in would be weakened due to clashing with the death magic. However, being able to control weaker undead was instinctive, and training in undead magic would progress at an incredible speed.

Those who suddenly grasped the innate undead magical abilities found that there was no way to forget how to use undead magic afterwards. After having accumulated so many years, it was impossible to not understand undead magic. Because of this, the majority of undead liches' laboratories had large amounts of undead creations. The undead creations were thugs, servants, and some possibly even became family.

Dragon liches were even more ridiculous. They were man-made undead giant dragons, and they ranked among the highest in difficulty to transform among the various undead ceremonies. Completing the transformation alone required immense knowledge in the undead, and yet this dragon lich actually told me he barely had any undead beings.

”Those dirty things are ugly and smelly. How could I let them stay in my hall?”

Okay, so I forgot about just how incredibly strange this dragon lich was before me. Someone who would choose this physical body for beautiful art could indeed potentially kick ”dirty undead beings” out the door.

”Do you have harpie types?”

”Bind the beautiful soul of an elf? How could I ever do such an evil thing!”

Winlair's face which resembled Harloys' so much stared at me in amazement like I said something terrifying and evil. I, on the other hand, tried hard to suppress the urge to hit the wall.

Evil? You're a freaking dragon lich! No matter in legends or in reality, they were the most classical final boss!

Alright. I, more of less, understood this guy's outlandish way of thinking. The ugly undead beings were immediately out of consideration and beautiful undead beings needed beautiful resources, but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything to such beautiful living creatures.

”You truly opened my eyes...”

I turned my head, wanting to leave, but that guy pulled onto my sleeve and stared pitifully at the... fashion magazine in my hand.

I shook my head helplessly.

”...Just make do. If we brought a group of bones on the road with us that could fall apart at any time, then I'd feel bad for calling myself a legend-ranked undead mage. After so many years, you must have a few, right? Okay, so if you really don't even have a few, then let's trade some in for your valuable artwork. These clothes are all really expensive, and with my connections, we could get seasonal limited editions. I can't give it to you for free.”

”It's a no for the artwork. Beauty is priceless... Thinking about it, I remember that I should still have some creations worth a look.”

Winlair thought about it for a moment. All of a sudden, he revealed a bright smile as though he had remembered something.

”Mhm. Let's swap. Oh I just remembered. I actually do have some beautiful undead creations that you'll definitely like!”

Seeing such a bright smile on his beautiful face suddenly made me feel like something was not quite right. It was like, I had done something wrong again…...

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The next day, just at the break of dawn, Rhino Bar closed its doors for business. Outside, there was a crowd of people and it looked like they were getting ready to set off.

But I was still in my room, not wanting to get out of bed. I stayed up very late last night, cleaning up those undead creations. The other weakness to this fragile body was that I needed a sufficient amount of sleep every day.

”Let's go. Sleep on the horse carriage. I never imagined that he has a phantom horse carriage with a special design too. Looks like, this time, we didn't lose out.”

The silly cat climbed on my head like she was doing it for my own good. However, I could feel her evil naked intent.

A phantom horse carriage, six gargoyles, a high-level zombie, and two web demons were all the items of this trade. They were all upgraded and strengthened undead beings, so by looking at the trade value, I didn't lose out this time around. I even earned a little, but…...

”Just let me sleep. At least... at least…. at least we can wait for them to leave!”

”Impossible. Everyone's waiting for you.”

With that thought, it's true. Barton and Katerina were my friends. I established basic trust and cooperation with the Northern Trio. If I didn't hire those scattered local mercenaries, then the Old Barton did. Even with the dragon lich, that was a cooperation which I gained privately. In some sense, even though I wasn't the main man in this group of adventurers this time around. I was the heart which linked every group member.

”Ah, forget it. Besides, the one disgraced was Karo the undead mage and not Roland...”

I climbed out of bed fully pissed off. It was time to face the music.

”Don't talk like you've got the short end of the stick. What a beautiful horse carriage. If it were back in the day, I would have really liked it.”

”As you said, back in the day. This horse carriage...”

Having just stepped out of the bar, a white horse carriage parked outside the doors caught everyone's attention.